[Arcadic]

IC: Roy

Roy caught his mistake only after it was too late. He had made a stupid mistake. It only takes one mistake to get a comrade killed and Roy would be lucky if none of them died here. He knew he had to fix this mistake, or at least try. Pulling his mace out of the loop on his belt, Roy hefted it over his shoulder and charged around the group of knights. He swung the mace over his head at the first Balaur he saw. The attack caught the warrior by surprise and crashed down on his shoulder, crushing bone.

He spun away behind a couple of knights. He could fight when he needed to, but he wasn't a gladiator, he couldn't hold off three and four Balaur. Roy waited for a second for his adrenaline rush to slow before stepping out and watching one of the more fierce knights get slashed, right in his sword arm. Roy immediately started chanting, hoping to heal the wound before he lost too much blood. Though it would take a higher level cleric to completely heal the wound, Roy could at least lessen the pain and give the brave fighter use of his sword arm back.

The spell lights flickered to life in his hand and shot out towards the knight. Unlike the others, the lights focused on the wound in his arm. The lights circled it for a moment before they tightened fading into his arm one at a time until there were none left. The wound isn't fully healed, but it should hold out until a higher level cleric can tend to it. While he was chanting, the same Balaur he struck dashed around the knights. When he spotted Roy, he let out a blood-curdling cry of anger and rage before charging at Roy head on. Roy could barely get his mace up to block the first strike.

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